I enjoy coming to the ballpark every day. I don't go to work. I come here to play.

I'm a baseball player. I'm also a guy who mows his lawn and plays with his dog.

I've been given an opportunity right now and I'm going to run through a wall to try to take advantage of it.

My dream was to play Major League baseball. I've lived that dream.

I hope I haven't maxed out, because I'm not satisfied. I hope I can be a better ball player, and I hope I'm on my way.

Different people, different backgrounds, different ideals... We walk in different doors at the beginning of the day, and we walk out of different doors at the end of the day. But when it is time to go out on that field, we all go through the same door.

I play baseball and I like to read. What makes that odd?